this is one thing
i like
by writing poems
or whatever
notes of my daily
struggle or simply
haggling
with time and price
to pay
for my caprices and
whims
for my wants and
extra needs
i become too powerful
i can be what i want to be
i can talk to you
i can touch you again
i shake hands with
grief and then let it go
like a friend
and then i can make
myself invisible
from what is so real
and cruel
there is no blood
no bone
i am king and nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem